My Beloved Husband just wrote to tell me that our neighbors up there (dairy farmers who also have apple trees) have started to boil sap. They have a couple hundred maple trees that they tap this time of year. They have an old-fashioned sugar shack filled with new-fangled gear where they boil the sap and turn it into liquid gold: maple syrup.
From our house you can smell that maple syrup.
Pancakes, anyone?